Les Matins
Angèle
The Mornings
Sweet awakening, with a bitter taste
Was it a nightmare, was it a nightmare?
Oh no, it was just yesterday
My eyes so red and swollen
By the night, or by the tears
Sheets worn out by the bad dream
I would have liked, I would have liked
But no, it was just yesterday
Where are you? Only your scent remains as a trace of your body
Where are you? I miss your hands, and I still believe
It's mornings like these that make me cry
Their truth kills me
Because the night managed to make me forget
It's mornings like these that make me cry
From my first glance
Facing the lonely night I've spent
Crying, crying
And crying, crying, crying
Crying, crying
Crying, crying, crying
One lost, ten found
No, I can't believe it
The wind, it was you
Before, you were mine
A few hours, or a few drinks
And I will sleep, yes I will sleep
Until the next morning
Where are you? Only your scent remains as a trace of your body
Where are you? I miss your hands, and I still believe
It's mornings like these that make me cry
Their truth kills me
Because the night managed to make me forget
It's mornings like these that make me cry
From my first glance
Facing the lonely night I've spent
Crying, crying
And crying, crying, crying
Crying, crying
Crying, crying, crying
